Page 149 of Marcello

That was all it took.

I roared like a bull and shot my load inside her.

When she felt me pulse and expand inside her, she cried out. Not in orgasm – just sheer joy.

I groaned as she continued to ride my cock, never stopping –

And burst again and again inside her.

When it was finally over, the head of my cock felt too sensitive for her to continue.

“Stop…” I murmured, my hand still clutching her breast.

She grinned, victorious, and stopped moving her hips. Then she slowly sank down on my body, her breasts pressing against my chest, my cock still hard inside her.

I looked up at her face, just inches away from mine, and parted her wild hair with one finger so I could stare deep into her eyes.

I’d never felt like this with anyone, ever.

It was just… magic. There was no other word for how she made me feel.

“I love you,” I whispered.

It slipped out before I knew I was even saying it.

My eyes widened in alarm, realizing what I’d done.

Her eyes shot open, too –

But not in alarm.

Just surprise.

“…really?” she whispered.

I thought about trying to take it back –

But I couldn’t. It was already out there.

And the truth was…

I didn’t want to take it back.

I wanted to let her know that I’d never felt this way about anyone else in my life.

“…yeah,” I whispered. Then I said it louder, more confidently: “I love you.”

She stared at me, tears shimmering in her eyes –

And she whispered, “I love you, too.”

And we kissed…

Softly… romantically.

I rolled her onto her back, my cock still inside her…

And we made love.